It's a language of our own.
The destination chosen to go.
We never talk or say a word.
All we do is sit here all alone.

The words we never say.
It's the words they seem to listen to.
Every moment appears made up.
There is no sound.

To only hear your own thoughts.
Existing to not be heard.
I never hear any other voices.
It feels like living in another world.

You're quiet and always think.
Please try not to assume you're happy.
Bad energy will eventually surround you.
Into silence we sink.

© urbanbearink